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"I think our idea of normal doesn't quite match up," Cameron looks pointedly between Bridge and Anders.

Anders looks back helplessly. "This is not exactly my idea of normal either. But I'm tryin' to work with it."

"That's way too much information, I'm out of here." Cameron shakes his head and turns to leave.

Anders is about to call out to him to come back, but again, there's that vague sense that it might just be better to let him leave. It was getting too uncomfortable anyway. He sighs and goes back to his food, looking sheepishly at Cally. "I think we're gonna confuse the hell out of people today."

Victor grabbed a bit of everything, as usual (except an extra helping of broccoli, of course) and scanned the cafeteria. Pippi was by herself, but she looked busy, so he decided to sit by Anders and Bridge today. After all, he'd never really eaten lunch with Bridge before, and this would be a good opportunity to talk about Fight Club ~~and in no way test himself regarding feelings he didn't ahve anymore~~.

"Hey, guys," he said, taking a seat. "How are you today?"

"Feeling very out of it," said Anders in a dull voice. "But don't let that chase you off or anything. Hey, Vic-dude. I haven't seen you in, like, days."

[OOC: Cally-mun is off at class right now, so a bit of slow-play may be in order here.]

"Yeah, I know. When are we having Fight Club again, anyway?"

He was about to spear a stalk of broccoli when he saw something that made him pause. "Um, Bridge...where are your gloves?"

[ooc: Not a problem. I need her here for something I really wanna do with you two, so it'll be worth the wait. :)]

"Fight Club? Um. I sort of, um. Have no idea." Anders gave Victor a blank look over the top of his sloppy joe. "Gloves? Left 'em behind. Hate having my hands all restricted like that."

Wrong answer. The slight feeling in the back of Victor's mind exploded into full-blown confidence that something was definitly wrong here. He felt extemely thankful for his training at Xavier's, because without it, he probably wouldn't have suspected a thing.

Calmly, Victor set down his fork and leaned back in his chair, giving "Bridge" a cool look. "Okay, who are you, and what have you done with Bridge?"

Cally sighs and takes another bite of her sloppy joe as she shakes her head. "Bridge is... well, Bridge looks like me. Wait, no, Bridge looks like Cally, Anders looks like Bridge, and I look like Anders. That's the rundown. Don't ask me how or why, but that's the situation."

Victor raised not just one eyebrow, but two. "So..." he said, doing a quick connect-the-dots, "you're really Cally," pointing at "Anders", "and you're really Anders," pointing at "Bridge". He shook his ehad and finally took a bite of broccoli. "Fandom High strikes again. So how did this happen?"

Anders blinked confusedly at Victor again and rubbed a hand over his face. "No idea, dude. Just woke up this way. Seriously, if I hadn't already seen a frakton of weird crap at this school I'd be freaking out more. But now I'm just sort of . . . feeling a little bit inconvenienced."

Oblivious to the oddness, Walter drops his tray across from Victor's and sits down. "Pippi abandoned me, so I am forced to keep company with you people. How goes the day?"

Yes, he nudged Victor with his foot under the table; no, his face isn't reflecting that.

"Weirder than normal," Cally says as she sets down her sloppy joe sandwich. "How about you?"

"Nothing out of the ordinary for a day at Fandom. What is so weird for you today?" Walter asks with interest.

"Not exactly feeling myself today," Cally shrugs. "Literally."

"How literally?" Walter asks, remembering hearing a bit about body switching not that long ago. "You are not someone else are you? Because you look an awful lot like Anders."